dark moving thing, object of me
shrinking and stretching
you beat out time
following me through days of sunshine
where morning eats away at you
and draws you near at noon
before your blackness waxes east
and disappears into night
where I sometimes take you out
in puppets that silhouette stories
moving dark against the wall
without light to give you notice
you’d not be anything at all
Brenda Warren 2012
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Awesome, Brenda! To be shadowed day and night can be stressful. Beautiful write, Ma’am!
Hank
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You wrote this before me, Brenda, but it seems our thoughts are moving on a contemplation of light and dark. Now I’m thinking of Frank Sinatra’s “Me and my shadow”.
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Really excellent writing, Brenda. I like the same part as Marianne.
Pamela
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Me and my shadow?
Very cleverly crafted, Brenda.
For me it was like a riddle to figure out.
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Very nice!!! You drew me in from the beginning and kept me through the end.
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I love it!!!! It has a slightly ominous feel, delightfully foreboding and gloomy!!!
“morning eats away at you
and draws you near at noon
before your blackness waxes east
and disappears into night”
Brilliant writing. One of my favorites!
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